Thursday, November 17, 2011

Haiku From the Fireside




Haiku from the Fireside


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Three pines in the dark
what dancing are they doing
while I watch the flames
 
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Winter fire burns
but not as hot as your eyes
glow of coaled emeralds

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The logs’ dead ash sits
still as your silent tongue
after heat’s gold horns.

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Born from the fire
spark spirits unnumbered as
the tears birthed from heart

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November 2011



A few snips that surfaced while sitting sleepless in front of the fireplace last night and into the dawn, feet up, alone with a medicinal glass of vinho verde and the flickering shadows. Those who have bothered to count will see that this is obviously intended to be posted for










25 comments:

  1. I like "glow of coaled emeralds".

    But it's still, you know, that form. You know the one. ;-)

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  2. smiles. was waiting for that from shay...smiles...i miss sitting by a fire...i lived outdoors one year...year around...fire every night...man i miss it...the glow yep seen it...dead ash sits as still as your tongue...nice line too...

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  3. A fire that burns hot in the eyes... indeed

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  4. watching the dancing flames, so hypnotic, so perfect an evening

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  5. Nice form.. and I like that tears birthed from heart ~

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  6. Poor Little Shaysie
    She hates Haiku so Darn much
    Ha! Too bad for her...

    A soothing flickering fire on a cool late Autumn night...Wheres My Snuggie?

    Joy Ann...You Rock beyond words!
    Loved your 55, Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

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  7. i loved each one more than the last! toasty! ♥

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  8. 56 but who counts haiku.
    Lucky you, fire, vinho and verse. :)

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  9. Haiku AND 55! You are too good at this.
    It's great, as ever.

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  10. Too bad about the lack of sleep, but well done to put the time to these sparks from the fire. Seems we both enjoy the flame of imagination in the winter firebox. And to get your math right, not only for haiku, but for flash 55! Now that's skill. Each poem glows with beauty and possibility.

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  11. the tears birthed from heart ...a beautiful line. A beautiful poem!

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  12. These haiku are much the shape of thoughts that run through the wide-eyed night, companions to a vigil by the fire til dawn. The contrast of coming winter with cold and longer nights pairs, like a well chosen vino, perfectly with firelight, and these lil' poems shine for it. The reveries are sharp and hot, like sparks dancing up the chimney. "Horns of gold, " indeed. Reminds me a bit from Baudelaire: "Isn't it true that a pleasant house makes a winter more poetic, and doesn't winter add to the poetry of a house?" And don't these haiku underscore the necessity of both? Who needs sleep anyway, except to dream the next poem? -Brendan

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  13. I like the progression of images- almost frame by frame, good haiku 55.

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  14. I like this as this is what I need right now. I'm not in the part of the world that could use a fireplace, but staring into fire just crackling seems relaxing and contemplative. Little sparks flying off the logs. Soft crackles. The dancing flames. Enjoyed the poem and the images in these haiku.

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  15. "your eyes
    glow of coaled emeralds"

    I really like that.

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  16. There's something primordial about fire. The fireside is a place of romance and pondering. Even words about it are warming. :)

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  17. Thanks all. And I *am* off on the word count, Tug--but o well. ;-) Counting words and syllables both was obviously too much for my math-challenged brain. I had it all perfect, then did some fine tuning and forgot to recount. Galen will have to throw some numchuks at me, or something.

    @FB: Thanks for braving the evil you-know-what form.

    @Ruth: Yes, the sleeplessness is a small price to pay for the feeling of peace, and a moment of insight or two. I think some forms of meditation use a candle flame for focus--I can see why.

    @B:Yes, you nailed it--I'd been writing for about an hour when these little stray thoughts/images signaled the final sparks shooting up the chimney. Even one glass of wine usually makes me quite sleepy in my abstemious state, so I was gratefully beginning to drowse as these slipped up into the pen from that somnolent inkwell within. The Baudelaire quote fits well, too. Winter outside makes warmth inside all the more glow-y and part of the fabric that we write on/through. Those golden horns--they really did seam to spring from the logs like a crescent moon of fire...Thanks for reading (and also for Harm & Boon. I don't think anyone could surpass that as a quintessential fire poem.)

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  18. oh wow..i just imagine you sitting there at the fireplace...drinking wine and writing such beautiful haiku..sounds like a magical moment to me hedge
    and love the pic of your writing place in the sidebar..

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  19. Yes I can imagine you sitting sipping and creating - watching the firelight......I am off to sit by mine later..........

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  20. My fav is the second to last. Cool haikus on a hot topic.

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  21. Beautiful.......I so love sitting before a fire........lovely thoughts, kiddo.

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  22. Beautiful. And I really, really love that last one.

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  23. The last one: three perfect lines. I love them all, though. What a contemplative 55.

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  24. The third one is !
    The contrast between dead ash and a dead silent tongue coming after golden horns of flame is something else.
    Well done. The spritely vinho verde brought much to your mind.

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  25. Awe, now I wish to turn back the clock a bit, pour a glass and start a fire. What a feel to this one, HW, (clever you with the scroll work...nice!).

    Truly, you've captured the mystique that I dig about fires on cool nights when the mind wanders within the flame (wine helps too). 55? amazing! ~

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'Poetry is an echo asking a shadow to dance' ~Carl Sandburg